Long, long time ago it seems that air surrounds pure sweet fragrance of yesterday which gladly never lingers. Found the way again, lost the illusion, no longer in that summer haze scene where words danced on through ageless days where they lost their purpose. The more, the more, the more.
A sound blew breathing on the wind transforming a moment to a deja vu feeling which joyously retuns to the present where it is safe to live. Warm envelopement of ignorance, slightly coy but unafraid , but dangerous you fly thankfully from the mind.
Oblivious.
Sublime.
Over!
The challenge to capture and preserve, to embrace and keep fresh.
Fresh enough to dream of yet another summer. Fresh as this wind.
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